Skylar Vox's mind is a whirlwind of color and chaos, her perception distorted by the pills she's popped. She sees things, hears things, feels things that aren't there. Her body responds to these phantom stimuli, arching, writhing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Vox's pussy is a dripping, needy mess, her fingers plunging in and out, her clit throbbing with every mental image that flashes across her mind's eye. She's lost, utterly and completely, in the throes of her own mental delusion.